Tales from the ZFX Dimension: The Store, Part Two (story) by Suzyisgagged

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I woke up slowly. I could hear moans, laughter, whips hitting flesh...and then I remembered the ribbons encasing me and dragging me into a pitch-black portal while I started to pass out from the lack of air...

With a start I sat forward on the bench, looking around me wildly. I was still in the video booth. The memory of hands all over me, molesting me, came to mind and jumped up form the bench. My eyes darted around to the corners in the booth, seeing nothing. I turned to the video screen, expecting Chandra Sweet's face, mocking me, calling me a whore and a bitch.

She said that I was being brought to her dimension. But...the ZFX trailer didn't have me in it. I wasn't the star victim. It was a trailer from one of the first ZFX movies I bought when I started collecting vintage bondage porn. It was “The Plant”.

But I wasn't in the movie. I wasn't wrapped up in vines and being violated. I wasn't bound and gagged and electrocuted. There were no hands coming from the wall or ribbons coming to wrap me up and suffocate me.

It was just a porn, video booth showing ZFX trailers.

Feeling stupid, I walked out of the booth and back down the hall towards the store. As I walked, I felt...different for some reason. Things felt off. I shrugged, and decided to go home and call it day. I walked into the store and past a full length mirror. I stopped, blinked and walked back to the mirror.

What the hell?

I looked at myself in the mirror. It was me...but not me. I wasn't wearing the clothes I had come in with. Instead, I had on a neon-green tube top. A really short jean skirt. And these white, stiletto heeled hooker boots that went up to my knees.

I looked at my face; it was me. But heavily made up. Then I noticed the hoop earrings...so trashy! But the thing that really surprised me was that my hair had somehow grown and was long again! It went down my back and was dyed black. And very, very much teased.

My mouth dropped open; I looked like a 90's era prostitute.

I slowly turned my head to the right. And standing right there was Chandra Sweet, smirking at me. As I raised my hand to point at her, a hand with a cloth clamped over my mouth and nose.

There was a sweet smell to the cloth. And a very large and strong arm pinned my smaller arms to my body. For a moment, I was too surprised to act. Then I realized what was happening as I did a slow blink, felt a little drowsy; I was being chloroformed!

I struggled, my legs lifted and kicked in the air. I twisted my shoulders and tried to pull my head away from the cloth. But he just held me there. I squirmed and screamed into the cloth...but I was only getting weaker. Worse, as my struggles started getting weaker and sluggish, I could an enormous erection from the man holding me.

As I started to sag in his arms, as my knees started to give way...as it became harder and harder to keep my eyes from rolling back and closing...Chandra stepped up to me.

She smirked at me, mere inches away and right before my eyes closed for the last time, she said to me, “Welcome to the ZFX Dimension, bitch.”

I woke up again. Very groggy from the chloroform. I blinked a couple of times and then tried to rub my eyes. I couldn't.

When I tried to stand and couldn't, I panicked. My eyes shot open and I looked down: I was bound with rope to a chair.

My ankles were tied to a leg each of the chair. That forced my legs to be spread open some. I could feel a chill hitting me inside of my skirt. There was rope tight against my stomach, pushing into me, making a touch hard to breathe. I tested my wrists; they were bound behind the back of the chair. I could lean forward just a little, but that was it.

That was when I noticed the gag. It was a hard bit gag. It pulled hard into the corners of my little mouth, stretching them back. I could still make noise, even talk after a fashion...but I was gagged.

Chandra walked up to me with a stool. She sat down to the right of me, and I looked away. She grabbed my chin and pulled me back to look at her. I blinked, looked at her pretty and sadistic face.

“Plshh...ddnnnnt....plsh...”

She gave me an evil smile, “You're making me wet, you little slut. I knew we were right to lure you here. You're just another, submissive, horny fuckslut...”

I shook my head no. And begged with my eyes for her to let me go. Her hand pressed against my stomach, just above the rope.

My body stiffened in the chair as her hand slowly went up. Her hand cupped a breast and I moaned a no very, very loudly.

She squeezed, making me whimper and beg, “Shtp...pllsh shtp...nnnmmm...shtp...PLSH!”

Chandra leaned in and hissed into my ear, “You fucking whore...you know want it....you know you need it...you know you just looove this...you know you do....”

She slipped her hand under the tube top and started to pinch at my nipple. Then she shifted to my other breast. And for what seemed like forever, she squeezed and tormented my nipples and my breasts with her hands. Telling me how much of a whore I was, how much of a submissive slut I was and that soon, I would be so much sluttier and submissive.

And to my horror, as I moaned and whimpered for her to stop and to let me go, I found my hips trying to undulate on the chair. I could feel how wet I was. And with a burning red face, I turned away and whimpered as Chandra laughed at me.

Finally, she snapped her fingers and a large many walked up to her and handed her a syringe. My eyes went wide and I screamed and really struggled to get free. The man reached down and grabbed my throat with one hand and squeezed and soon I went very still as he choked me. He slowly let go when Chandra ordered him to.

She held up the syringe, “This isn't a drug; it isn't heroin or anything like that. It will, however, start to enhance your submissive side. But it has to be given to you in small doses, over time, for it to work and not to reduce you to a drooling mess. Now stay still.”

She stuck me with the needle and I winced, she continued, “You see, now that we have given you the shot, we have to carefully feed you the serum in various ways. In about a day, you will lose your memory, you will become completely submissive and we will create a new you; a submissive whore into BDSM and horror porn...”

She took the needle and handed it back to her servant, “I guess I should explain your new home to you. You see, the ZFX Dimension stopped evolving socially in the 1990's. And the people in this small dimension, they started creating a new social order of sadists and masochists. All of those ZFX movies you watched in your dimension...well...that's how it works in this one.”

She licked her lips, “The problem became that for women, you fell into one of two categories: dominant or victim. Most of the women here went victim. Which was fine...until the rest of us wore them out. We literally fucked them to death. And now, we have to find new women to become the victims of our society. And that's where sluts like you come in!”

Chandra reached behind me and started to unbuckle the gag, “So, we make these movies and we transmit to other dimensions on certain wavelengths. We aim for submissive sluts like yourself. We lure them in and we grab them...just like we did with you!”

She pulled the gag out of my small mouth, it was so sore, “So, what we have to do now is to make you compliant. Just like all the others. Now, normally, after we do that we release you into the world and we use over and over....we mind-wipe you after each session so you can't remember and when we nab you again, you are fresh. But you...we tested you after we first brought you in...we had no idea you were such a kinky, little bitch!!”

Chandra mauled at my breasts through the tank top as he grabbed my hair from behind, “So, we are going to use you in the movies, you get to be a star!!!”

Her face came in closer, “And when we are done, you will be the perfect, submissive whore for us to use...when you aren't being bound, gagged, tortured and raped in front of a camera by men, women, robots and tentacle monsters...you will be in suspended animation until the next movie...or until I decide to use you as my personal bondage, fuckslut.”

She forced herself on me. She kissed me deeply. Her tongue deep into my mouth, overpowering mine and soon I wasn't able to breathe. Her hands viciously twisting my nipple, making me moan into her mouth in pain. When she pulled away, there was a small strand of drool between our lips.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at her servant and ordered him to take me to the “Dildo Room”.

She grinned at me, “You're going to just love how you will get your second dose of the serum!!!”

As she walked away, I felt terrified. And then, as my mind was frozen in the horror of what was to happen to me, I realized that the serum was starting to work...there was a small, almost silent voice in my head that appeared...and then the horror became more real as the little voice grew a little louder each time it repeated itself...

I don't want to be untied...ever again...I just want...to be helpless forever....

The large man looked down at me and cocked an eyebrow, “You know you're saying that out loud, right?”

End Part Two

I had a story I was going to write, but....

I'm very tired and ready to pass out.

There are times when I really want to write a story, but there's no energy there for it. Tonight was one of those nights.

I went in later than normal; filling in for someone. Work for me is being a line cook in a Baltimore restaurant. I wouldn't call it four-star fine dining, but a busy finer-dining place. We're a busy place and push out a lot of plates over an evening. Then there's the cleaning afterwards, a little bit of prep for the next day, etc.

So, by the time I get into the apartment, it's usually after 1am. I'm tired, but can't sleep. I also have to peel off my uniform (for you uniform pervs, it's tan pants, sneakers, black polo and black cap with the logo on it). I always smell like garlic.

I have to shower, get clean. Then sometimes I make dinner. So, as you might imagine, I have late nights. Which means that sometimes I do the self-bondage thing, or do that and play with myself, or do some creative stuff like music video editing and writing.

I knew at work that I would be too physically tired tonight, so I was hoping to do some creative stuff. Nope. Brain won't work.

I even had an idea for the story! I would show up at a friend's place, see a machine with a button. I would be warned not to touch the button and I would, of course press it. Next thing I know I'm in a warehouse and I turn to see myself in the mirror. It's me...but with big hair and and early 90's clothes on. Then I would turn to see all the bondage stuff and realize that I had entered the ZFX/Shockwave dimension...and then get chloroformed.

So, there's the premise. Perhaps in a few days it will actually turn into a story, who knows?

Right now, I'm nodding off. Finally. But I am distracted by visions of certain Fetlifers; Ginary spanking me, making out with Unisexi, having Njkidnapper do my bidding, being a slave to Mistress Jean Bardot and from pop culture...Brie Larson pulling my hair and calling me a slut while in her Captain Marvel uniform...

So, I'm going to go to bed. The door will be unlocked. Honestly, I just want to kiss tonight, so be prepared for that...because I think that is the only thing I am capable of doing right now.

How I want my gentleman demons to kiss me:

For my vicious vixens to kiss me:

And for the ladies I want to make out with:

So, good night...kisses!!

The Vat of Doom (story)

Being a secretary is hard work. The office work is fine, it's having to deal with that the boss likes to fondle my butt and trying to kiss me all the time. And he's always finding excuses to bend me over his desk for a spanking...being late, mistakes, forgetting things...and the thing is that he makes it up most of the time.

He's a creep. But then again, he fits the mold of the owner of a chemical company; corrupt, always sweaty and lacking any sort of ethics. With all of this rust and slimy stuff dripping down the walls, I guess he wants something nice to look at. At least we both agree on that.

Today, I wore my hair up in a bun with nice, red lipstick on. I had my glasses on today, not that I needed them, but it seems to add a little something for my boss, so hopefully he'll say yes to my day off request tomorrow. I also wore the high-neck, long-sleeved white blouse that he likes. Nice, knee-length, black skirt. And hose, he loves it when I wear hose. And my nice, black heels. I just wished he wasn't such a troll...

It was late when I got out to my car. As I sat in and started it, I remembered the notes I had to transcribe. If I didn't get it done then not only would I get spanked first thing...which I wouldn't mind if it was someone from my little BDSM group...but he would also say no to my day off!

I went up the stairs to the office. When I got to the office door, I stopped. It was kicked in. I slowly walked in. The office was ransacked. Papers everywhere. I saw some movement from the window that overlooked the work floor. I walked up to it and searched the floor. I thought I saw someone moving around the vats. I peered closely and saw a couple people on the catwalk above the vats. They saw me and pointed.

I stepped back. I was scared and figured I should get the hell out. But before I could turn, a beefy arm grabbed me by my waist and pinned my arms to my sides. I opened my mouth to scream but a rag was shoved over my little mouth and nose.

I screamed into the rag and struggled. The rag had a sweet smell to it. I brought my legs up and kicked outward, but he just held me and let me kick. I tried whipping my head back and forth to get away from the rag, but his huge hand kept my head in place.

I moved my shoulders violently and kept screaming. But the sweet smell was overpowering and it was getting a little hard to breathe. And I was starting to get tired. I kept fighting and kept getting weaker. And weaker.

Soon, I was just whimpering. My arms made light slaps against the large arm holding me. I could barely get my legs up. I was so sleepy. It was getting hard to keep my eyes open.

Finally, my body wouldn't respond to my commands. The urge to sleep overwhelming. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body gave up and went limp. Before the swirling darkness took me, I heard a voice...

“We're going to have to get rid of the bitch.”

And then it went black.

When I came to, my head was hanging down. I was confused. How was I upright when my legs were so weak they were bent at the knees?

I groggily lifted up my head. That's when I noticed my arms were upright. Then I noticed a slight throb in my wrists. Looking up further, I saw that my hands were tied with rope at the wrists; hands slightly discolored. I pulled on my wrists and couldn't pull them down. Then as my vision cleared a little, I noticed that my wrists were placed on a hook at the end of a chain.

I started blinking more rapidly as there were the sound of a motor and the chain pulled up, taking my arms with it. As I was pulled up, my arms stretched. Soon, my hands were high above me and I was standing up straight. I looked forward and realized I was on the edge of the catwalk, right over the work floor. My eyes went down and saw the vat of green acid bubbling below me.

My eyes went wide and I screamed for help and started to move backwards. That's when I discovered two more things about my predicament. First, my legs wouldn't move because they were also bound with rope at my knees and ankles. Second, my scream was severely muffled. I was gagged.

They took no chances with anyone hearing me cry for help. The gag was pretty effective. My mouth was packed with a sponge. It filled my mouth and cheeks. I couldn't even close my tiny mouth! And to hold it in was tape, and a lot of it! It was wrapped around my head several times. I could feel it smashing my cheeks. All I could do was moan, whimper and beg...and no one outside would be able to hear any of that....

Two thugs appeared on either side of me. One of them pulled me back from the lip of the catwalk as the other stood in front of me. They were wearing black tactical suits and balaclavas. Both were very large and tall men...but then again, everyone is bigger and taller than me.

The one in front of me grabbed my chin and lifted my face up, “If you had just driven away, we wouldn't have to do this to you. But no, you had to come back. And now you have to disappear.”

His hand dropped down and he fondled one of my breasts, he laughed when I tired to jerk away, “Too late for that honey, far, far too late...”

He sighed sadly, “I actually really don't want to do this. But...we don't have the time to give you a proper send off, I'm afraid.”

He stepped away and motioned to the other thug, He had walked back to the crane controls and was waiting for the go ahead. Now that he had it, he flipped a switch and I started to slowly rise again.

There was a strain on my arms as my body was lifted off of the cat walk. The chain slowly clinked upwards. Until finally, my bound, heeled feet lifted off the grate of the catwalk. For a moment, I felt as if I was floating but then the chain jerked to a stop. I started to slowly twist in a circle.

I heard the thug throw another switch and push a lever. The crane started moving me forward, to the edge of the catwalk. Slowly turning, I saw the thug who groped me and pleaded with my eyes. He shook his head and then I was clear of the catwalk.

For just a moment, I hung there. Twisting. Then I looked down. The boiling vat of green acid a mere twenty feet below me. I screamed for help as my eyes grew wide. I struggled on the chain. And then the crane made another noise, and I was being lowered. Lowered into a painful and slow death.

I bucked my hips. Twisted my body. Looking desperately upwards, trying to get my fingers to the knot on my wrists. Not working and starting to panic. Whimpering the whole time. Massively struggling as the my descent continued.

I kept lifting my legs, as if I could prevent my oncoming death by just keeping them up. But I couldn't and my bound legs kept jerking back down. I stopped thrashing for a moment as I felt my heels start to slide off.

I was horribly transfixed as I looked down at my feet. The heels slowly sliding off. Coming off of my heels, leaving the soles of my feet. Dangling by my toes. I tried to move my toes up in an absurd attempt to keep my heels, but they fell off.

The both dropped into the acid at the same time. I watched them without blinking. Watching them dissolve. Bubbling, watching the acid peel away the leather, causing it to blister until finally, the last of the heel slipped under, causing a small bubble to rise and burst.

I screamed into the gag again. And as I was lowered down, I caught the eye of the one thug who molested me. I begged him with my eyes. I screamed into the gag. Hoping that he would hear me and understand me.

Through the gag, I promised him and his friend my body. I would fuck them both. Suck their cocks like they were the tastiest things on earth, I would swallow all they had to give me. I would let them tie me up, spank me, whip me, never to be free again, but allowed to live to be their slave, their fuck-slut, their bondage-whore forever...I would fuck them and fuck them and fuck them sooo goooood...just please, please, please don't kill me...

Soon, I realized how much I was looking up. When I looked down, I was mere inches away from my death. I screamed and screamed. I could feel the heat of the vat on my feet. A slight sting of acid as a bubble burst and sent a little bit on to my feet.

My eyes wide and getting wider, I let out one final scream. A final, gagged, PLEASE to the thug above. My eyes crossed and my head fell forward one last time as I fainted. The last thing I was aware of was my hands spasming in one last attempt to get free....

I came to in the back of a car. A limo. I blinked. I let out a please sigh as a hand was caressing my breast, lightly pinching my nipple. My unfocused eyes half-opened, staring at the ceiling of the car; I was with someone from my weekly BDSM group. And then I remembered.

I jerked forward. My breasts spilling out from my unbuttoned blouse. I discovered that my hands were handcuffed behind me. My ankles cuffed as well. A hard ballgag in my mouth.

I struggled in the backseat. My glasses fell off, a stand of brown hair in my face. A hand grabbed my neck and shoved me back. It squeezed my throat tight, making me gasp for air. I became compliant real quick. My eyes looked to the side.

A woman with short, black hair, blue, feline eyes smiling at me. Dressed in black catsuit. She squeezed harder and I couldn't breathe at all. Her smile turned cruel. As my lungs started to burn she started to talk to me.

“You were to cute to kill. But, you saw too much. So. You have to make a choice. I can strangle right now and toss your body out the door without stopping. Or you can be our little slut for our use for the rest of your life. Blink your eyes once if you want to be a slut for us.”

I blinked. Ears roaring and hard to see from lack of oxygen. She let go and my head jerked froward again for air. After taking in air for a few moments, I felt her hand resume fondling me again. Her other hand going up my skirt.

Her fingers at my top of my hose, pulling it down, “You will never be free again. No one will ever see you again. You will be in bondage and cages quite often. I hope you like gags. You will serve us sexually whenever we want, wherever we want. We own you now.”

Fingers now at my panties and pulling at them, her other arm now around my shoulders, and I wondered why I was so wet, “But...in exchange...the money from our crimes...will give you everything else you want.”

My owner kissed the gag in my mouth. And I offered her my body by pushing my chest into her and taking her fingers into my wet pussy.

Being a sex slave and pampered for the rest of my life seems like a good thing compared to being a secretary to a sweaty pervert.... 

Imagining bondage in my building's gym....

So, I did my little workout tonight, like I always do. I have a little gym in my building. Nothing crazy, just a weight machine, a few treadmills, some free weights, a bathroom and a small dance floor. I've been working out a little bit each night.  The gym has a key card entry, so I never really thought about bondage in their before, until I saw this tonight and took a picture...

So that led me to thinking on how I could be grabbed in the gym, me in my blue shorts, white sneakers, ankle socks, white tee...wrestled to the floor, and bound so cruelly with the jump ropes..and left to struggle for a bit...

Then taken away to be threatened in a dungeon...

And then be left in said dungeon, tied to a machine where I will have so many back to back orgasms, that my mind breaks and all I want is to cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum....

A bondage slut like me can dream...right?  

And yes, I am still dressed in my work out clothes, all cuffed up and a rope gag in my mouth, will be using the vibe shortly...and as always, the door is unlocked...

Mmmmpphhh....

A little question and a link...

Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving!!!

So, I think I'm overdue for a DiD story...

What do you think? A detective story? Sci-Fi? Old-fashioned, train-track stuff? Let me know. You can leave a comment here, or email me at:  suzylikestheropes@hotmail.com .

In the meantime, click on the link and check out the new Grabbed & Gagged video up at my other blog, “Grabbed & Gagged, The Videos”. 

http://grabbedandgagged.blogspot.com/2015/12/another-new-one-and-on-topic-i-dont.html?zx=2601daffc1e8cbcd

Until then...mmmpphh!

Kidnap Opportunity on 11/16/15

Sooo...going to see a movie on Monday, 11/16.  It will be a kidnap opportunity...but even if you do find me, I still get to see the movie...THEN the "kidnapping" starts.  Okay, so here are the details...

It will happen sometime AFTER 4pm on November 16, 2015.  I will be in a movie theater IN Baltimore, not outside of the city.  The movie itself, will be a movie with action in it....that should narrow it down some.

I will be wearing black jeans and a red blouse, with a black ribbon on my neck that has an ankh on it. I will have calf-high, black boots on.  I will also have a largish-purse with me.

Now, there will be two moments where it will be obvious that it is me, I will get to that in a moment. But outside of those two moments here is the question to ask to make sure it is me, "Do you like Old Bay on your popcorn?"  The answer HAS TO BE THIS EXACTLY, "Yes, but I also like on my Baltimore sushi roll, too!"  If you do not get that EXACT answer, it isn't me.  If it is, then you get to "kidnap" me.

"Kidnapping" me simply means we get a drink and talk, possibly dinner, at your treat!  It doesn't actually mean that you get to kidnap me for real, dress me up as Wonder Woman and shove me int he back of your car...

Well. it could be fun...but I think you know what I mean.

Ok, so there will be two moments, where it will be obvious.  I will be in self bondage.

The first moment will be in the ladies room before the movie. So, pretty much a ladies only moment.  I will be in a stall, hands cuffed behind me, and I will be gagged.  Obvious, right? And even if a nice, dominatrix finds me, we still see the movie...then you "kidnap" me.  Of course, I can be distracted from the movie...

The other moment will be in the theater itself.  Back row, and once the previews starts, on goes the gag, and my hand swill be cuffed behind me for the movie...obviously, if you find me, you will most like sit down next to me and whisper in my ear all the dirty things you want to do to me during the movie...

and then after the movie...you "kidnap" me!!

And who knows...after my "kidnapping"...you might be able to see me struggle for real if it all works out!!!

And one last thing, either email me ( suzylikestheropes@hotmail.com ), or leave a post here, and let me know which gag I should wear from these three choices:

Ballgag

Bitgag

PTM gag, with mouth filled with a small nerf ball.

Until then, I am going to be on my bed, writhing in self bondage on my bed with my hitachi, watching bondage movies on my laptop...mmmpphh!

Oh, forgot to mention...the door is unlocked...

Not Wanting to Drown (DiD) story

When I came to, the warm ocean water was already around my knees.

As my head and vision started to clear, I began to remember what had happened the night before. I blinked the fog out of my eyes and as my memory came back, I realized just how much trouble I was in.

Last night was a celebratory evening. I had just cracked a story on political corruption that led me to this small, Caribbean island where the main industry was banking. A lot of dirty money became clean here and the lead I had brought me here. Once all the facts came into place, I wrote my story, edited it loaded it onto a memory stick. The island was remote enough that I couldn't just send the story out by email; I had to wait for the satellite for the connection.

So, after I wrote the story, saved it, I ordered room service and got a bottle of champagne. After the servant left, I poured a glass of Armand de Brignac brut champagne and changed into my silk, black, nightie. I like to be comfortable when drinking very expensive champagne...besides, my editor was paying for it.

There was a knock at the door and room service was back again. Only it wasn't the young man from before. He was much taller and didn't look very friendly. But he said that he needed to check on some plumbing as there was a problem from the floor below.

As I turned around to look back a the room's bathroom, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. I hitched in a breath to scream, but his other hand clamped over my mouth with a damp cloth. He kicked the door closed behind him and manhandled me into the room.

There wasn't much I could do. His one huge arm had my small arms pinned to my side and I was having trouble breathing. Not just because his other hand was so large that it covered both my nose and mouth, but that the damp cloth was soaked in chloroform.

I knew I had only a few seconds left to get free. I struggled as hard as I could. I was kicking my legs up and high, trying to come back on his shins; I think he just laughed. I tried wrenching myself out of his arm by twisting my shoulders violently, but that just made me take in more of the sweet smelling chloroform I made a gamble and screamed..but his hand simply muffled me.

I felt my body growing weaker and my eyes weren't staying open. As I started to go under, I could feel my arms flail limply around. I was able to reach up and lightly slap at the arm holding me, but it was useless. I blinked, trying to stay awake and I was moaning into the cloth.

Finally, my body stopped listening to me and my eyes closed for the last time....

It's always disconcerting waking up after being chloroformed. You have no idea what has happened to you while you were under. You have no idea where you are or what your immediate predicament is. That's probably why it took me so long to figure out how much trouble I was in.

As I came to, I took stock of my clothes. My nightie was still on me. My panties seemed to be on as well. I didn't feel any bruising or sore spots and there didn't seem to be any violations; in other words, no stick stuff between my legs. So, whatever happened, the worst was probably some groping, but no rape. I closed my eyes briefly in thanks and opened them again.

I realized that I could just see the dock from the hotel in the distance. The sun was on its way down, but I had plenty of time before darkness. So I screamed for help.

And realized I was gagged.

Being chloroformed can really mess up your ability to think. Only then did I take stock of the situation.

My mouth was cleave gagged with a knot going past my teeth. And over that was a very tight gag covering the cleave gag and my mouth, pinching into my cheeks. I screamed again. I was pretty well silenced, no way they could hear me way over on the dock.

I looked around and discovered that I was in the water. Only, the water had now risen to my thighs and my nightie was starting to float on the water. What was worse was that I was tied to a post. From the looks of it, the post was part of an older dock that had burned down long ago. I was pretty far out. And I just felt the water creep up another couple of inches.

The tide was coming in.

My legs were tide together at my ankles, and lashed to the post, the knot uncomfortably resting on top of my feet. My wrists were tied behind me, with the post coming up between my arms. My arms were pulled back enough that I couldn't pull myself too far forward. And now the water is at my waist; the tide is really coming in quick and soon...I would be underwater, drowning...

Pulling myself forward, I grunted with effort. I panicked and just simply twisted my wrists a little, trying to get free. Once the warm water came up just under my breasts, I tried to push myself up the post. I was hoping that the water would provide enough buoyancy that I could just slip myself up and over...but my ankles were too well-lashed to the post.

The water slipped over my breasts. I could feel my nightie billowing in the water. The crowd on the dock had absolutely no idea that I was going to die in a few minutes. I leaned against the post and the water came up a little further....

I relaxed my body and tired to clear my mind. I was trying to figure way out when I noticed a little slippage of the rope on my wrists. I paused for a moment and did a slow twist of my wrists.

The rope loosened a little!

The only problem was that the tide was just about done. In a minute or so, My head would be completely underneath the tide and I would drown, mere inches away from precious air.

I calmed myself down again and worked my wrists slowly. The rope was coming undone, but too slowly. The ocean was rapidly rising. I had to tip my gagged face up, the water was just under my chin.

The rope was almost off and I started to panic; the water was sloshing into my nose. I whimpered and squealed and for a joust a couple of seconds I thrashed and screamed for help. Head tilted up, nose and eyes just above the waterline, I calmed down and took a breath and felt triumph; the rope came undone and my arms were free!!!!

The ocean slipped over my head just as I took a gulp of air. I was completely under water and I made to kick up and with horror I realized that I had forgotten.

My legs were still tied to the post.

Blinking, I looked down and could see my toes wriggling next to a starfish. I looked up, my hair billowing around my eyes and then almost screamed as my vision went black, but it was just my nightie floating upwards.

My lungs started to burn a little and my heart began to pound a little harder. I bent over, pushing my nighties down. The water slowed me down some, but I was able to reach the knot with my hands and start to undo it.

As I fumbled with the knot, my lungs were in pain, an my heart was trying to pound right through my chest. Withing moments, my fingers seemed to get clumsy, and I noticed bubbles floating up my face.

The light hitting the water was beautiful. It was so warm, the water felt so lovely. I started to calm down and my hands seemed to rise on their own. Everything seemed to feel okay...I was getting sleepy and all I had to do was let my breath go....

I shook my head quickly, blinked, and realized how close to dying I was. I had no more air left. But if I let it out, the ocean water would come in and that would be it. I could hear myself squealing involuntarily.

My hand slapped at the knot and I forced my fingers to work and I finally got the knot undone. I turned in the water, grabbed the post and started to kick up when my lungs forced the foul air out of my body, through my nose and as I ascended rapidly, water poured down my throat choking me.

I blindly groped upward, my moans sounding weird underwater until I hit the surface. In my panic, I struggled towards shore. Whimpering, choking, moaning slapping at the water with my hands, kicking hard, keeping my head up high, until I felt sand on my stomach.

The weak surf helped to push to the beach. Still not believing that I was really safe from drowning, I clawed as far up onto the beach as my body would let me. Exhausted, I had to stop and I collapsed.

It took forever to pull the pull the gags off my face. I lay huffing on the sand, my pulse pounding in my head. My head laying on the hot sand with my eyes closed. My breathing eventually became regular, and I was starting to feel better. But, I really wanted to sleep, but suddenly a pair of flip flops and a pair of boots came into view.

I slowly looked up, and my heart sank. Standing over me was the guy who kidnapped me and the guy in the flip flops...he was the subject of my article. I knew I was about to faint, but I looked up and said, “I hid it.”

And as I laid my head back down on the sand, I heard the villain say to his henchman, “OK, search the room for it. Oh, and Robert?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Next time...use chains.”

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Was thinking about this scene while at work today. Hope you enjoyed the story!!

Oh, here's the link to the champagne:  http://www.armanddebrignac.de/

Post Otakon...

To answer your question:  no, I did not get kidnapped.

:(

For a little while I thought there was a guy dressed up as Boba Fet stalking me (how ironic would *that* have been), but he just wanted a picture taken with me.  And I thought there was a girl dressed up as Rosario who might've been after me...but that may have been wishful thinking.

Speaking of wishful thinking, there was a meremaid who was totally hot and I was going to hit on her until her boyfriend picked her up (literally) and walked off with her.  And then there was the Ewok girl (see pic below)....mmmmmm.....but nothing happened.  Oh, there was also that cute Crazy 88, he had a nice looking...sword.

Made friends.  Saw some cute people.  No hook ups this year, however.  :(  Still had a great time though!  *Really* enjoyed the Yoko Kanno concert! [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-TAxm00jOg].  Actually that link isn't the concert but from one in the past, she's the one in red.  I've been crushing on her for a couple of years now...

So no kidnapping.  Not trussed up and thrown into the trunk of a car and driven to AngelDarling to be her little toy...sigh...so sad....

Anyway, as long as there is an Otakon there will be a kidnap opportunity!  So mebbe next time.

Mmmmmpphh!

The Ewok girl:

Otakon: Annual Kidnap Suzy Opportunity!

The Annual Suzy Kidnap Opportunity at Otakon has arrived!

And the first ever outfit choice by you guys for this event!

For those new to this little game, it's basically one of the few times out of the year where I am in a fixed location for longer than 3 hours and you have a realistic chance of actually meeting me in the flesh! But there are rules you *have* to follow!

1. To “kidnap” me, you will be given descriptions of what I will look like on each of the three days of the convention...pre-registration doesn't count. I'll be in a line, unable to escape!

2. Should you find me, you need to make a confirmation. This is to make you sure you actually find *me* and not frighten some poor girl...resulting in your arrest. I will provide the key phrase you *must* say to me and I will give you the confirmation. It *must* be exactly as I write down. Again this is for everyone's protection.

2. Ok, I haven't mentioned this part before because I didn't want to scare people off, and he hasn't been to all the Otakons with me before but he will be here this year. Upon confirmation, I call Blue, aka Bluemoon. He's my “heavy”. He gets to meet you before anything else happens and gives me the OK to continue with you. And I will be checking in with him.

2. What does “kidnapping” me actually mean? What it means is that once I give you the confirmation...the first thing you get to do is to buy me Pocky! Second, when time permits (there may be things I want to see, in that case you have to come with me!), we'll have a drink together, soda or booze, and talk. And if things go well....well, we'll see. :)

Got it? Great! Now, for your hints!

Friday – I always wear an ao dai, but I'm changing it up this year with a red shanghai dress. It will be high-necked with a single-buckle button, short sleeved and the skirt portion comes ust above my knees. My hair is hsort right now, so no decorative hair pieces, but I will be wearing an ankh on my left wrist.

Saturday – Cosplaying! This is the outfit I will wearing chosen by you guys! Ok, I had single votes that resulted in a tie...so I chose one based on the fact that the person who chose it had fun comments directed at her. So the character I will be cosplayng will be...Nagisa Aoi from Strawberry Panic! Google this character to see the description. *WARNING*: other girls will be cosplaying as her. Look for the ankh on my left wrist! Oh, and a wig will be involved....   Here's a pic:

Sunday – Black, button down, silk shirt, short sleeved and a thin, red tie. Blue jeans tucked into black boots with heels, ankh on the left wrist again, and sunglasses. Oh, and a leather collar with a single silver ring in front. Very red lipstick. If you get me on this day, you can actually leash me if you like....

Ok, now you know what I will look like, so here's what *you* need to say to me if you think you've found me:

*Do you think anyone would eat sushi if it had scrapple in it?*

The confirmation code from me *has* to be this:

*Only those who go to the Rappa Scrapple factory.*

Got it? Good! The last thing anyone wants is to be put on CNN and described as a sex fiend....

Now, on Fetlife, there has been some talk about a reward if someone kidnaps me and brings me to AngelDarling. I have absolutely no problem with this....but you may end up kneeling next to me as we look up to her and wonder just exactly what orifice she is going to stick that dildo into...dunno about you all but I'm sure I'll enjoy it!

So, you all know the drill for this upcoming Friday thru Sunday (9^th thru the 11th)! So far, I haven't been “kidnapped”. I think a couple people have come close, but not quite! In the meantime, I'm slapping in a ballgag, putting on the cuffs, getting on the couch with my vibe while an Ashlee Rene movie is playing!

Good luck this weekend!

Mmmmpphh!

A Little Poll for You Concerning Kidnapping Me at Otakon

Every year I go to Otakon here in Baltimore [www.otakon.com]. It will last from August 9th 9am to August 11th, 3pm or so.

During this time I am in just this one place for the entire day and into the night so I make a "kidnap" game out of every year. basically, I wear a certain outfit each day and I have a phrase you have to say exactly and if you find me (no one ever has yet) you get to "kidnap" me. Late Tuesday night, I will post what the phrase is and what I will be wearing and the rules of the game. For those of you who know me know that this is the best "kidnap opportunity" to be successful at!

But, you get to determine this year, what I wear. While I do dress up in vague anime/asian costumes...I rarely cosplay a character...and this year you get to pick what character it is!!!

Rules are simple: the character with the majority vote wins. And no, you cannot inject or request a character! Ok, choose from one of the following:

Kiyone Makibi (Tenchi Muyo)
Fujiko Miine (Lupin the 3rd)
Akemi (Legend of the Overfiend)
Ennis (Baccano)
Tachi (Nana x Karou)
Nagisa Aoi (Strawberry Panic)

All but two will involve a wig of some sort. Detailed costumes are required for 3, mebbe 4, but I already have them from other events.

So, majority vote wins, and voting ends at 11:59pm evening of the 7th! Winner and the rest of the Otakon "kidnap opportunity" stuff will be posted after that at some point!

Mmmmpphh!

P.S. Just google the characters, you will get an idea of waht they look like!

HOM Gagging.

I love being handgagged!  For some of us, we like to engage in DiD fantasies, and those fantasies always include some struggling and over-powerment.

Now, for the villian, that almost always includes either handgagging or chloroform to achieve their goal of kidnapping their prey.  If they know that they can quickly overpower a young lady, they go with handgagging and grabbing her by the waist to drag her into a van for easy transport and quick bondage.  Sometimes they can be really feisty so sometimes chloroform is used, or as seen below, you may need some help for the take down.

Of course, for those who are weaker and and give up more easily, you know what happens to them!

That's right...totally molested on the spot!!!

While I have actually been chloro's in the past, I prefer to be overpowered.  To be overpwoered isn't being submissive, it is to be made helpless, to know that you are helpless against your captor.  To know that nothing you can do, will help you.  With each molestation, the defences grow weaker and weaker, both physically and mentally..to the point where you become a willing captive and desire to held in ropes and gags for the rest of your life!

I love being surprised by a big hand covering my mouth, muting my screams.  An arm pinning my arms to my torso and dragged into a van whereupon I am quickly cuffed, gagged and made helpless for the long night of "forced" sex!

I would LOVE for the above to happen to me....mmmmmmppphhh!

(Next time, I'll be talking abut online play....blowjobs and bondage oh my!)